Page 18 of Soul

I open her thighs wide and lock my gaze with hers. Her mouth opens, and she’s breathing heavily, possibly dying in anticipation of that first touch. And I give it to her with everything that I am. I lay the flat of my tongue on her pussy and slowly drag it along her weeping slit. Her arousal coats my tongue, my taste buds bursting with extreme flavor. Fucking sweet. My woman is so god damned sweet my balls tighten, lifting up, reaching toward her. Closing my eyes I suck her tiny clit into my mouth then reach my tongue way down to sop up some of her sugary nectar.

The plan was to go slow, ease her into one orgasm and then another before I took her, but I’m losing control. Every sweep of my tongue into her delicious pussy has every neuron and synapse firing. Electricity and energy sizzle around us as I drink from the woman I love. Before long, she squeezes her thighs and grips my head. Thank Christ! I suck, lick and nip against her swollen center as she keens out to the room, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.

But I’m not done. I may never be done. Cupping her ass, I press her cunt hard against my face, smothering myself with her flesh. She cries out, but I don’t stop. Can’t. I need her too much. Inserting two fingers deep into her cleft causes her to buck wildly. Her head is moving back and forth against the mattress as if she’s saying no, but her body, her cries of pleasure are saying, “Fuck yes!”

I pull back from her licking my chops preparing for more but needing to see her. See on her face what my touch does to her. Keeping my hand busy I stand up awkwardly and press a knee to the bed. Gillian must feel the shift in the mattress because her eyes fly open and I watch her. Sitting on the side of the bed, I scan her body. Her pale skin now has a fine sheen of sweat and a rosy hue. She’s panting and moving her hips along with the movement of my fingers deep inside her.

“Do you like my touch?” I ask her quirking an eyebrow. Hooking my fingers I tickle that spot inside her that makes her gush.

“So much,” she gasps and closes her eyes.

“Give me your eyes. I want to watch you fall apart.”

Her breath comes in short staccato pants as I fuck her with more force, the muscles of my forearm straining with the effort.

“Why?” she asks her eyes rolling but coming back to me.

I lean forward to suck on her nipple, which gets me a long drawn out moan, before I lean back up and watch her pretty face again.

“You want to know why I want to watch you fall apart?” She nods, but then cries out to God when I press a third finger into her wet cunt. “Because it’s my job to put you back together again. Every time.” I tickle along the wall of her pussy and her hips fly up. I push them back down holding her pelvic bone with my thumb, my other three fingers hooked deep inside. It would be easy to lift her up just by her sex.

“I want to fall…” she whispers and that request forces out the animal in me. “Catch me,” she says while her body strains, becomes tight.

“I’ll always catch you, bring you home. Now give your pleasure to me. Let yourself fall apart. I’ll put you back together,” I promise and pick up the pace. Fucking her with fast and rough fingers, just the way she likes it. It’s as if my hand is working to physically pull the orgasm from her. Perhaps it is because her eyes go dark, her mouth opens in a silent scream and her pussy clamps around my fingers so tight I clench my jaw. Her body arches up and down, thrusting in harmony with my own movements until she stops, her hips in midair, her shoulders still flat on the mattress. Slowly, her body loosens its hold, bringing her down one vertebrae at a time. I wait until she’s languid and smiling to ease my fingers from her.

I lay alongside her, my dick hard as stone against her hip and kiss her. She kisses me back, and though I thought I tired her out, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instantly she turns the tables on me by throwing a knee over my hips straddling me perfectly. Her wet cunt lands directly over my length, pressing down. I groan and thrust my hips on instinct.

A beautiful smirk adorns her face. “My turn to play, handsome.”

Gillian

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says while cupping my bum and crushing his erection between our bodies. Nothing but skin-on-skin contact. It’s exactly what my ravaged heart and mind needs. After going two full weeks without his touch, I feel like I’m starving, only it’s not my belly that needs sustenance. I need him inside of me, so deep I forget what it’s like to be me, without being connected to him.

I lean down and suck at his lips. He tastes of man and me. A sexy mixture I haven’t had in what feels like years but has only been a couple weeks. One thing is for sure, Chase loves to go downtown. He almost always goes for the space between my thighs. To me, it’s almost more intimate than the act of sex itself…except with Chase. Every act is intimate; he makes it so.

“I know exactly what I’m doing to you.” His eyebrow quirks. “Really, I do,” I smile and trace his lips with one finger.

“Enlighten me then, gorgeous.” He grins, clasps his hands behind his head and waggles his eyebrows. Smug bastard.

I sit up giving him a great view of my naked body. He takes the bait, his eyes running the length of my torso and down where I slowly start to rub my slick center against his velvety cock. “You’re turned on.” I start.

“Given,” he thrusts his hips reminding me just how painfully erect he is. I moan and then catch myself.

“You’re warm, everywhere.” I lay my hands on his chest and smooth over the bumps and ridges of his abdominal muscles and square pecs. I’m one lucky woman sitting here on top of a naked man, who could double as a male model, his body is in such perfect shape. Only he’s thinner, hasn’t put back on the pounds he lost when I was abducted. I’m no better. I’ve only gained back five of the twenty-five I lost although I know it’s a process and I’m on the right track.

Chase gives me one of his heart stopping smirks. “Very warm. I could be warmer if you’d sit more fully on my cock.”

I shimmy my hips, stirring my ass in a circle. “Like this?”

“Mmm, yeah. And now maybe you could get up on your knees and open yourself to me. You know how I like it baby. Let me see your pleasure.”

“You’re depraved, you know that.” I grin.

He clasps my left hand and brings it to his mouth. He sucks my first finger and middle finger into his mouth swirling his tongue delectably around the fingers then pulls my ring finger in. It stops at my engagement ring. Thank the heavens my fingers were so swollen from the anesthesia that Daniel couldn’t get my ring off. He tried; Lord knows he tried. Chase looks at the ring and frowns.

“This should be your wedding ring,” he laments sadly.

I nod and bite my lip not knowing what to say that could make it better for either of us. Finally I just tell the truth trying to focus on the positive. We’re together, and that’s all that matters. “It will be…one day.” I say it to him as if it’s a promise.

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